She rules the light with harmony, and bringsThe year’s first green upon the beeches tall.How often, where long creepers wind and fallThrough the deep woods in noonday wanderings,I’ve heard the month, when she to echo sings,I’ve heard the month make merry madrigal.How often, bosomed in the breathing strongOf mosses and young flowerets, have I lainAnd…
For people such as me and youWho pretty nearly all day longAre doing something rather wrong.Because if things were really so,You would have perished long ago,And I would not have lived to writeThe noble lines that meet your sight,Nor B.T.B survived to drawThe nicest things you ever saw.
And are with mastery crown’d;When as you walk your lovelinessGoes shining all around:Upon your secret, smiling waySuch new contents were found,The Dancing Loves made holidayOn that delightful ground.Then summon April forth, and sendCommandment through the flowers;About our woods your grace extend,A queen of careless hours.For O! not Vera veil’d in rain,Nor Dian’s sacred Ring,With all…
How, whether you went to heaven or to hellIt was your own affair.It had nothing to do with the Church, my boy,But was your own affair.No, he didn’t believeIn Adam and EveHe put no faith therein!His doubts beganWith the Fall of ManAnd he laughed at Original Sin.With my row-ti-towTi-oodly-owHe laughed at original sin.Then came the…
To me when my tired eyelids closeGive thou repose.And let the far lament of themThat chaunt the dead day’s requiemMake in my ears, who wakeful lie,Soft lullaby.Let them that guard the hornàed MoonBy my bedside their memories croon.So shall I have new dreams and blestIn my brief rest.Fold thy great wings about my face,Hide day-dawn…
At last he swallowed some which tiedItself in ugly Knots inside.Physicians of the Utmost FameWere called at once; but when they cameThey answered, as they took their Fees,‘There is no Cure for this Disease.‘Henry will very soon be dead.”His Parents stood about his BedLamenting his Untimely Death,When Henry, with his Latest Breath,Cried, ‘Oh, my Friends,…
During a late election LordRoehampton strained a vocal chordFrom shouting, very loud and high,To lots and lots of people whyThe Budget in his own opin–Ion should not be allowed to win.He sought a Specialist, who said:‘You have a swelling in the head:Your Larynx is a thought relaxedAnd you are greatly over-taxed.’‘I am indeed! On every…
(Finding this verse),’Who wrote it, Juliet?’And Juliet answer gently, ‘I forget.’
You have a horn where other brutes have none:Rhinoceros, you are an ugly beast.
‘My child, It was a Motor-Car,A most Ingenious Toy!Designed to Captivate and CharmMuch rather than to rouse AlarmIn any English Boy.‘What would your Great Grandfather whoWas Aide-de-Camp to General Brue,And lost a leg at Waterloo,And Quatre-Bras and Ligny too!And died at Trafalgar!-What would he have remarked to hearHis Young Descendant shriek with fear,Because he happened…
